I didn’t think I was one of those girls. But then suddenly there I was, with seven German women in a sunny yoga studio, chanting “om” and trying to suck in air through a curled up tongue. I wasn’t sure how this was going to help my unborn child, or my aching back for that matter. But I went along with it. I sucked in air. I rolled around on the floor and put my feet up on the wall. I lay down obediently cradling a pillow when I was instructed to. And then, when the teacher rang a bell, we all slowly emerged from our post-yoga slumber. I seemed to be the youngest and least pregnant woman in the room. Reason enough to go back. At 33, I don’t really expect to be on the young-side, but I suppose my neighborhood here is like any well-to-do gentrified one around the Western world where women put careers first and babies later. Although considering that nobody in Berlin seems to have a career, I wonder why these women waited so long. Either way, I’ll be there every week
– Debbie
